The Eleventh Little Indian Boy

Wednesday, October 01, 2003:

I think I'm gonna be sick. Let me give a brief overview of the stimulant before the cyber hurl starts spilling all over the place. My buddy Granchand was bitten by a mysterious insect ( left index finger ) a few weeks ago. Initially, it looked like nothing more than a very bad fireant bite. There was noticeable swelling around the incision area and a light flushing of the skin that covered his finger. Within a few days his hand started to inflate rapidly and the wound began to grow darker and darker starting from the epicenter on out.......

Fast forward to 5 minutes ago. Dude took off his bandaid to show me the latest progress his injury had made. Knowing that he went to the doctor recently, I was almost certain that he was on the road to a swift and antibiotic recovery. WRONG. There was a gaping hole in the middle of his slightly less swollen finger. Apparently the doctor had to "scoop out " the dead tissue from within to promote a better chance of healing. It totally looked like a melting icecream sundae that had it's cherry stolen from the top. There isn't even a guarantee that the hole will plug up completely ( possible extender tendon damage to boot ). Talk about a raw deal. Just another reason why I HATE spiders and would gladly vote for their natural exisiting predators in an animal political forum. Haha. Spiders suck. Blaaaaaargggg......*Sounds of the gagging reflex stirring in my mind*.


LIB // 1:17 PM

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